Chapter 3

“Mother, what are you doing?” Meagan asked as she heard Debbie cursing in the basement.

“Trying to get this blasted light set up.”

“I thought you liked the lighting in the basement.”

“I do, but I had an idea that would let you pose with Peter. This is a different sort of light.” The next thing Debbie knew, her daughter was bounding down the stairs demanding to know how she could help. Debbie’s instructions were, “Take your clothes off and get on your hands and knees on the yoga mat.”

Once Debbie saw that Meagan was naked and in position, she turned the light on. “Fuck Mom, that’s too damn bright!” Meagan cursed as she threw an arm in front of her face to shield it from the spotlight pointed at her.

“It’s supposed to be bright, but it’s still too fucking high! Half your shadow is on the floor.”

“Shadow?” Meagan wondered.

“That’s my idea. Peter can stand closer to the light than you, and the shadow on the wall will make it look like the two of you are having sex, but really you won’t even be close to each other.” Debbie could see her daughter was dubious. “Well, you obviously have thoughts on this matter, spit them out.”

“Do you really think this is going to work Mom?”

Debbie demanded, “Do you have a better idea?”

“No.”

“Do you want to pay fifty dollars to ship this light back if I return it?”

“No.”

“Then this is the next thing we’re trying. If you come up with a plan of your own that keeps Peter from wanting to fuck his goddess, then I’m all ears.”

By taking the spotlight off it’s stand and setting it directly on the basement floor, Debbie was finally able to get Meagan’s shadow on the wall and sketched her silhouette in various poses. Debbie knew her idea had merit when Meagan admitted that the outlines of her looked hot. Debbie decided they looked even hotter as she filled in stylized details of Meagan’s body from memory. It gave her something to do while Peter finished his workout before coming over.

Meagan was practicing her breathing exercises on the yoga mat. She had thrown a towel over her shoulders as a makeshift blanket, but was otherwise naked. When Peter saw her like that, he bellowed, “Yes! My goddess you look so lovely!”

Debbie sighed, but she realized she shouldn’t have been surprised. “You’re standing over here Peter!” Debbie said authoritatively. She had tape on the floor where she wanted Peter to stand. When she was satisfied that Peter wasn’t going to try to attack Meagan with his newfound need to worship her daughter by touching her and cumming uncontrollably, she moved from between the two and turned on the spotlight, then went to her easel.

“Mrs. D. I don’t understand this pose.” Peter admitted.

Before Debbie could explain, Meagan said, “Look at the wall. Damn it Mom! I know you said the way you had Peter positioned he would look bigger than life sized, but it looks like a giant is about to hollow me out with a horse cock!”

It was only then that Peter saw what Debbie had planned. He reached his hands out so that the shadows made it look like he was holding Meagan by her narrow waist and started thrusting his cock forward. Meagan responded by humming contentedly and rocking her body back and forth causing her big breasts to sway like pendulums from the make believe fucking. “Yes, yes!” Peter called out. “It’s like I’m almost getting to pay proper tribute to my goddess’ beauty!”

Debbie sighed again. Her models were moving too much for her to get any sort of painting or sketching done. She probably should have expected that too. She had forced them to stay apart for far longer than either was comfortable with, and needed to give them some time to be naked together. Peter was grunting more than she would have preferred, and Meagan’s moans were quickly growing way more excited than she liked hearing. However, she felt like she had to let this play out until either one or both of them had an orgasm, or they calmed down on their own. Since she couldn’t paint, or even sketch, at the moment, she decided to turn on the camera and capture what looked like strange two dimensional porn. Meagan’s moans were kept to a low volume from her breathing lessons, but those same breathing lessons could be used to bring her daughter to orgasm with no other stimulation. Debbie realized that Meagan was heading that direction. She gritted her teeth and Meagan came from the combination of pretend fucking and controlled breathing.